‘Serbian fairy tales’ translated from the Serbian by Madame Elodie L. Mijatovich; illustrated by Sidney Stanley. Published 1918 by Robert M. McBride & Co., New York.
See the complete book here.
That one guy you know.
‘Serbian fairy tales’ translated from the Serbian by Madame Elodie L. Mijatovich; illustrated by Sidney Stanley. Published 1918 by Robert M. McBride & Co., New York.
See the complete book here.
It’s like a cross between Ivan Bilibin and William Blake.
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But…
Sum #typography #pr0n for you. Prints maybe availible soon but I make no promises.
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sketches
drawn with a Carbon Pen, and watercolorssold at TCAF, thanks guys!
If you don’t think Joseph Lambert is the best, we can’t be friends.
People being angry about ~dem gays~ on Target’s Facebook.
I just want to give my two cents on this and tell you a story.
A couple weeks ago, I was hired at Target. I have a job at Target. Not a big deal right?
It is a big deal because i’m a transman.
It doesn’t take a genius to conclude that it’s hard for me, my brothers, and sisters to get a job. There are legal restraints regarding the job and if you don’t pass, it’s hard to be taken seriously at a job interview.
Right on the application, it asks what your preferred name is. It also asks if there is anything that target should know. I put the fact that I am a transman, expecting not to get a call because usually when you put that down, people will throw out the application. I got TWO interviews.
At the interview, they asked me about it. I told them I am on hormones and they told me that they didn’t care. Not in the sense that they don’t emotionally care, but that it didn’t matter. I was male and that’s all that mattered. They also told me that they give sex same couples benefits in states that do not recognize them as a married couple.
At my job orientation, I was not misgendered once. Even my supervisors who weren’t sure of my gender avoided pronoun use, which I found only happens when you’ve had pronoun training. They gave me a name tag with my preferred name and didn’t ask questions. I felt safe and respected, which is huge for a trans* person.
TLDR: Target is amazing not just for the LGB, but also the T. Shop there for the rest of your life.
Don’t know how or why the Serbians thought a field of roses and a screenshot from Raising Arizona was the perfect cover for their biology textbooks, but hey.
Female privilege is getting to claim a headache to avoid sex.
Female oppression is having to claim physical illness to avoid sex because men won’t take a simple fucking “no” for an answer.
Female oppression is men being so entitled that they think being denied sex is oppressive.
so yeah did you guys hear about the ceo of abercrombie and fitch who said that he doesn’t want ugly chicks wearing his clothing
like excuse you ceo of abercrombie and fitch
you look like gary busey went bobbing for apples in a tub of bees
you couldn’t wear your own clothing
I suspect it’s difficult for men to imagine a world in which their bodies have long been inextricably linked to their value as an individual, and that no matter how encouraging your parents were or how many positive female role models you had or how self-confident you feel, there is an ever-present pressure that creeps in from all sides, whispering in your ear that you are your body and your body defines you. A world where, from the time of pubescence on, you can feel the constant and palpable weight of the male gaze, and not just from your male peers but from teachers and sports coaches and the fathers of the children you baby-sit, people you’re supposed to respect and trust and look up to, and that first realization that you are being looked at in that way is the beginning of a self-consciousness that you will be unable to shake for the rest of your life. Even if they are never verbalized, the rules of bodily conduct for females become clear early on: when school administrators reprimand you for the inch of midriff that shows when you lift your hands straight in the air or youth group leaders tell you that the sight of your unintentional cleavage is what causes godly young men to fall, you learn that your body is dangerous and shameful and that it’s your responsibility to cloister it in a way that is acceptable to everyone else. You learn that your body is a topic of public debate that everyone is entitled to weigh in on, from a male classmate telling you that those jeans make your ass look huge to the male-dominated United States Congress dictating the parameters that rape must fall within to be considered legitimate. To be a woman, and to live life in a woman’s body, is to be held to a set of comically paradoxical standards that make you constantly second-guess yourself and jump through a million hoops in pursuit of an impossible perfection.
Boogeymen - part of a series of eerie stereoviews - dated 1923 (Via)
Hello! If you have an iOS device you can download, for free, the Comic Chameleon app and read many great webcomics on it. I’ve tried it out myself and it’s a really nice reading experience. And best of all, it’s all legitimate, unlike those apps that pop up every few months and scrape everyone’s comics without permission. This is currently the only app that is authorized to used my comics. Check it out!
A PROBLEMLet us imagine that in Toledo someone finds a paper with an Arabic text and that the paleographers declare the handwriting belongs to that same Cide Hamete Benengeli from whom Cervantes took his Don Quixote. In the text we read that the hero — who, as the story goes,…
“Inside every dog there exists a perfect”
Once you’re lured past the event horizon, you’ll never be able to escape dog. Never.
HEY Y’ALL, who’s going to TCAF this weekend? I am. I don’t have a table or anything, but I will have a few Horse_eComics minis and Tim Curry sketch zines on me. So track me down and give me a high-five and let’s party in Toronto!
A girl, from a cold place, drankin’ some tea. I’m sure it’s delish. Oh yeah, and her eyes are all black.